Talk of circles, and punching out.

Looking in, drawing circles down.

Falling up, then south, marking ground.

Talking out of turn, drawing circles down.



Like Pilate I have a dog. (x2)



Walks me out of town. Still one's a crowd.

Making angels in the dirt.

Looking up, looking all around.



Like Pilate I have a dog. Obeys, listens, kisses, loves. (x2)



Stunned by my own reflection.

It's looking back, sees me too clearly, and I swore I'd never go there again.

Not unlike a friend that politely drags you down.

You down... (x3)



Like Pilate I have a dog. Obeys, listens, kisses, loves. (x3)

Like Pilate I have a dog.